I didn't move. He turned around, again."You won't go? You want a coffee first?" My bag. I thought you'd find it cool to carry." Ah, yes..." he stammer...d and grabbed my luggage. "It's your fault anyway, and you know it. Your eyes are drugs."Few minutes later, at the corridor, our sights crossed their ways. I swear his dark brown eyes were magnetic as well. We discussed casual stuff on the route to his car, such as which paper I wrote for or how his business was going. Apparently he was also into. She pulled out her test book from her bag and I could sense she was having trouble focussing, she looked up at me trying to keep her gaze under control, “Mum says I need to discuss alternative techniques with you sir” she sighed softly, “Was there any particular aspect?” I asked her and Lucy blushed slightly taking the last hit on the smoke.“She said I am not getting deep enough which results in not getting the acquired taste” she sighed softly, “Can you help with that sir?” she asked.I took a. . Fuck that cunt...”Under the beast, on the receiving end of that rock hard tool, struggling to breathe through the excitement of her debut dogcock, her perfect tits wobbling and swinging under her, our guest joins in with her host’s encouragement, “Oh yes ... Fuck my cunt ... Fuck me ... Ooohh ... Fuck...”We’ve barely got into the flow of the fuck before it comes to an abrupt stop – the dog leaning back, pushing his hindquarters in at her tight little arse, holding himself close – buried. It seemed to work except in situations like this, when it had been at least a week or seemingly more since I had his nice hard cock in me and I was horny as hell. “Baby I’ve got to go home. Can you walk me out?” Of course he would. He sat up, said he’d be back in a minute and walked me to my car. I took the opportunity to press up again him and kiss him deeply. I could feel his cock hardening. “I need you,” I gasped. He just smiled and opened my car door. What the hell? “You just humor me don’t.